I woke up thinking foreign car
But the Cadillac got a na sitting in a daze
24's and a swiss sitting sideways
Trae flipping through the hood like I'm running through a maze
Find me trunk up with the top back
One deep in the front two freaks in the back
Haters mad at me cause I'm mvp stats
Better give me fifty feet cause I'm good with the gat
Good with the track like I'm good with the hands
15's banging like I'm battle of the bands
New Benz like send they run up out of grand
And the trunk read Trae so they know that I'm the man
Me Paul Wall in a slab out of Texas
In a Cadillac had to get rid of the Lexus
Rather be gangsta tipping on something
With something in the clip that'll get rid of the plexing
I fell in love with my Coupe Deville
It's on a switch it's the truth for real
Scraping the back down these Southwest streets
Got a few teeth in the grill loose for real
Big pumps two to the front one to the back
One wheel in the air gliding like that
Three O7rebuilt without chrome
Hundred spoke Daytons with the two prones
Next week I'm in some'ing from the Lowrider book
I'ma show these motherf**kers how a lowrider look
Hit a switch on Boss will get your lowrider took
In 98 I use to be the lowrider crook
Fleetwoods ElDogs Sedan Devilles
When I ride always equipped with handy steel
Cocked up on three and got em standing still
I'm in the attick wondering when I'm gon land and chill
I'm never staying focused always smoking
Presidential kushing always choking
Na I drank up all your purple
If I find out that st be potent
Mayn I get high fk that st
Your baby mama out here sucking my dk
I'ma make her pay me that child support
I'm a pimp out here trying to make it rich
If you really wanna get high let me know
I'll tell C B let you hit that blow
We can ride in the Cadillac way in the fig back
Hitting all the spots just hogging that hoe
Then take a lot of freaks to the Hotel room
System on blast you can hear that boom
May I'ma pop bout two three X
And drop my drawas and take this chewing
See in that My Town we snort that blow
Turn around mayn and whip our hoes
Take me big gulp full of that drank
Now I'm high don't know what to think
First I had em beating fast now I got em knocking slow
Sniff a lil mo of this sip a lil mo of that even down the middle whoa
Closed up my foreign dos opened up my American dos
72 Sedan Deville 84's and 20 inch vogues
Chandillere hanging from the top
Fish tank lit up in the glass box
But I had to put the toy fish in it
Cause the real ones died from the kick box bith
I'm a 24 inch black Fleetwood glider
Tipping the block they love the way the drop sit wider
Lord knows haters mad when the left fly by ya
Call it what you want but the Lac stay way liver
Boppers all on my dk with the trunk up
Beating up the Boulevard with the beat pumped up
Hit a switch on the remote the front jump up
Run up on the slab roam that'll get you lumped up
Hopping out looking like dos got threw on backwards
Throwed wardrobe by my bed son of a bd
When it come to Cadillacs Trae got that mastered
And the game that I got way flyer than nasa
Me and Three 6 representing for the drank sippers
Iced out grills and the wood grain grippers
84 swangs and the late night tippers
Riding for the hood Cadillac tight whippers
Pull up in a Lac cocked up
22 inch chrome bags popped up
Diamonds in our mouth cash stocked up
Ice game six so the game locked up
94 Fleetwood headlights on
Fifth let back but the trunk moved on
Flying through the hood with the six 12's on
Seal in the groove super kush to the dome
19 in the game only love for my Lac
Never loving a dame swang to the left
When I'm hulling the frame trying to take mine
You'll be hugging a stain like I'm hugging the lane
Sw tape still on drank in my cup
Everytime that I roam
Roach a hoes still calling my phone
Representing for the South HTown is my home
I got that candy red with extra gloss
Heads turn when they see me floss
Scooped up Trae on a sunny day
Holla at Jay'Ton and my boy Lil Boss
Trying to stay popping and hoes stay bopping
Cause the swangas poking and the blades stay chopping
Beat the case but the feds still watching
In the Fed Ex truck right down the street plotting
Dropped the top if the sun on shine
Sipping on some potent puffing on pine
Slow Loud And Bangin in a candy slab line
Down here in HTown it go down
Old school Cheves and throwback Lacs
Swangas and vogues with a trunk that crack
This how it goes down here in the 3rd Coast
Houston Texas at the bottom of the map baby
